31/01/2026
I trust that life is already moving.
Not because I have a plan.
Not because I can see what’s coming.
But because something is softening underneath the surface of my life.
Imbolc arrives like a quiet yes.
Not a push.
Not a demand.
Not another moment to shape yourself into something better.
Just an invitation to stop standing in the way of what is already unfolding.
This is a gentle time.
A time for leaning into the natural current rather than forcing your will upon it.
A time for listening instead of deciding.
For sensing instead of striving.
The quickening is happening whether we notice it or not.
In the soil.
In the lengthening light.
In your body.
In the subtle shifts of your inner world.
Nothing needs to be rushed into being.
Nothing needs to be wrestled into place.
Only tuned into.
Only softened towards.
Only met with a little less resistance.
I trust that life is already moving.
And today, that is enough.